As a general rule, I can't stand OC's. At least love interest OC's. But then I got this little idea, and all this talk about the Avengers going to Clint's farm in the AOU trailer and so this was born. R&R and don't sue; I own none of these characters, besides Reagan Barton.

Farm Heroes

Chapter One

"I know a place we can lay low," Clint said slowly. He didn't add that it might just be the only place in the world where a group of Avenging superheroes could lie low.

"And just where is that bird-boy?" Tony asked in his usual sarcastic way. The others looked at him expectantly and Clint took a deep breath. "Red Oak, North Dakota. My hometown."

"North Dakota? You're from North Dakota?" Tony scoffed. "I'm not even sure why it's still a state. It seriously has no purpose, besides taking up a perfectly good state opening."

"Shut up Stark," Clint growled. "I just opened up my home to you and-"

"Enough guys," the most authoritative voice in the room spoke up and all eyes turned towards Cap. "Barton's right; North Dakota is off the grid. Unless you have a better suggestion Stark; in which case, we're all ears."

"Whatever," Tony huffed. "Let me guess; you probably live on some farm in the middle of nowhere with a bunch of cows and horses…"

When Clint didn't respond Tony shook his head. "This is going to be a disaster."

"You want to what?" Reagan Barton asked in disbelief over the telephone. Surely her brother was pulling her leg; the brother she hadn't seen in five years. "You want to bring them here?"

"We need to lay low for a couple weeks Ray, and this is the best place to do it. We fly out tomorrow," her idiot brother told her over the phone.

"Seriously Clint? You haven't been home in five years, I hear from you every blue moon and now you want to bring your group of superheroes home for dinner? I can just hear the gossip now…"

"It's just for a couple weeks, I promise."

"It better be…and they best pull their weight around here. Make that very clear my dear deranged brother."

"Of course. Love ya kid."

"Love you too," Reagan said as she ended the call. She shook her head. Only Clint Barton would come up with an idea as crazy as bringing superheroes to the country. Pulling her hat from its hanger she went out to round up the cattle.

Of course Tony had insisted they take his private jet to Red Oak. Steve rolled his eyes. "Real subtle Stark."

The billionaire shrugged. "Just because we're going to hicktown doesn't mean we have to arrive as such."

"Maybe you should just stay Stark," Clint declared. "This is technically your problem anyway…"

"Our problem," Steve messaged his temples. "We're a team, remember?"

"Sure thing Troop Leader; we're out of here in ten."

Steve was fairly certain Tony had made sure the two of them sat next to each other. Steve could think of a million other things he would rather do to avoid a six hour flight sitting next to Mr. Billionaire talks-a-lot-mostly-about-himself. Thirty minutes into the flight Steve removed his leather jacket, rolled it into a ball and pretended to fall asleep. Which didn't actually phase Tony at all, and he kept talking. Steve's head began to pound and he stood, walking over to wear Sam and Bruce sat, chatting happily two rows down.

"Doctor Banner, I don't suppose you have an aspirin that works well for people with an abnormally high metabolism?"

"I'm afraid not," Bruce said sympathetically. "But it's on my to-do list. Headache?"

Steve nodded and Sam offered, "I have extra-strength Tylenol."

"Not strong enough," Steve said woefully as he glanced up at his vacant seat. "He did this on purpose…"

"Who did what on purpose?" Sam asked.

"Stark. He sat me next to him so he could drive me crazy."

"Dude, I think you're imagining things."

"You don't know Tony very well yet…hey, why don't you go sit with Tony and I'll sit here."

"Nice try, but no, thanks."

"I'm pretty sure I out rank you…"

"I'm pretty sure we're both inactive duty."

"Obey your elders?"

"Well, if we don't count the years you were buried in ice…you're like 24, so yeah I'm older."

"Some friend you are," Steve huffed as he walked back to his seat. And Tony was still talking.

"Stark, I've been gone for like five minutes. Who have you been talking too?" Steve asked crossly.

"Spangles! I didn't even know you had left. Jarvis and I were just discussing what there is to do in North Dakota. Not surprisingly, absolutely nothing."

"You're something else Tony," Steve said wearily as he sank back into his seat and rested his forehead against the cool window pane. Warily he asked, "I don't suppose you've come up with a super-hero strength aspirin?"

"Super-hero strength aspirin?" Tony repeated. "I hadn't thought of it…Jarvis make a note of that. I like the title by the way, maybe we'll put your name on the marketing campaign. Star-spangled relief from all your aches and pains! I can see the headlines now…what's the matter anyway? Headache?"

"Yeah."

"Must be the change in altitude. Men your age probably shouldn't be flying. You should have said something earlier; there's a private cabin in the back. It has a bed."

Steve just stared at him for a good minute before gathering his belongings and stalking to the back of the plane and the offered cabin. Two weeks in a tiny town with Tony Stark…it sounded like one of those cheesy sitcoms he refused to watch. Maybe Tony was right; this was going to be a disaster.

In my mind Steve is the youngest Avenger.